• In the bushes the kid stray
    As he tries to find a rose astray
    But in hopes to find a red or blue
    He finds what was only a clue.

    Black petals littered the floor
    As he Searched for just one forevermore
    Though he didn't find the one he seeked
    He took the one red and somewhat weeped.

    As he returned to the one he loved
    He had hoped that it'd all be fun.
    As the rose touched her hand
    She had suddenly felt what he had done.

    So in instict she acted
    Pulled herself together
    And ran to the bushel of rose
    In hopes to find that one

    After countless hours they both had tried
    But neither could find one petal not even with a try
    As they returned to where they were
    She reached in her pocked and felt a blur.

    As she pulled out what poked her so hard
    The boy nearly fell out of mere enjoyment
    For in her hand was the rose so black
    That they both felt what was in their heart.